“A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I pity the poor slaves, they're nought but airy mist, a light breeze scatters them, a fragrance knocks them down; it's only just they crawl on the earth on hands and knees. Today I'll write a hymn to God and pray for this great grace.” WritingSoulHandsLightTodayEarthPoorGraceBrotherPrayingSlavePityKneesMy BrotherBreezeFragranceMistHymnsAiryGallantry Book:The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel Source: The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel
“O blessed bounty, giving ail content! The only fautress of all noble arts That lend'st success to every good intent. A grace that rests in the most godlike hearts, By heav'n to none but happy souls infus'd Pity it is, that e'er thou wast abus'd.” GivingHeartArtSoulGraceBlessedVery GoodNoblePityBountyGodlike Author:Michael Drayton